A young man killed himself Tuesday.
A young man took his life
And I’m here now in my chemistry class,
Feet on the ground,
Air in my lungs.
Blood still pump-pumping through my veins.
Mr. Zakes tells me to “pay attention.”
To the Hydronium, hydroxide.
did you know, a student commited suicide?
Yet, I’m guilty too.
Because I’m watching as Harter and Lasher,
Love birds in their prime,
Mouth sweet words across the classroom.
And I’m wondering if I passed that French test.
While young Jason,
Is being laid to rest.
I was resting last night,
When I heard a seedling took it’s life,
I wondered how he did it
He did it,
and no one even knows.
A sad life goes.